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Meek Mill - Believe It Ft Rick Ross Lyrics

Believe it
Al I talk about is money
Cause thats all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin’ on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuc*** ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuc*** hoes
Okay I woke up this morning
Tryna get this money
Ya’ll niggas was joining
And I’d made it by 20
I got young boys in that ??
I call what you got for me
He say ?? all day
Couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah ni*** is go
He say yeah ni*** we own
I said I be on my way
Pray good brick down in all our zones
I got work, I got work
And I got pills and I got purp
And I got goons thats on my team
And they gon’ kill like I got merk
Before I say so
And I say go
And they go HAM
And I lay low
I drive that work
Off in that coaster
I let go
Of my ego, thats for sell ni***
28 grams on my scale ni***
Come and get it all
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin’ on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuc*** ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuc*** hoes
Hold on wait minute…
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole ni*** won’t knock you off
Hate the way a ni*** love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer thats momma fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don’t want no beef, I make ?? taco
I’m screaming Rest in Peace, Brazil Deblanco
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin’ on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuc*** ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuc*** hoes
I’m ridin’ clean, I’m fuc*** hoes
I’m fuc*** hoes, I’m ridin’ clean
Niggas sellin’ that chain ??
F*** around yeah I mean
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin’ that white shit
Ya’ll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thousand on my Rolly
Young ni*** ball like Kobe
Round-round me and Chino
?? young goldie
??
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya’ll niggas pu*** like ?? hoes
All we know is get paid ni***
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rosay D-wade ni***
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin’ on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuc*** ??
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fuc*** hoes